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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Diners

Commuting back from work amidst the noise.I ponder over a nice place to dine. Some place cozy where I'm spoilt for choice,somewhere to gossip with a glass of wine. I look out the window, my train zigzags ,then pauses as the next station rolls by. On the platform sits a small girl in ragsclutching old newspaper, handful of fries.Wide-eyed she waits for her brother to joinwho comes running flashing a toothy smile. Soon they devour what is fetched by a coin,relishing the meal earned once in a while. The train rumbles on in the whizzing rains.